Broken Antler Fen sagebrush

whatever reaction teya had expected, or wanted, bridget provided none of those things. 
and so, after all of it, she only stood fuming, glistening with grief, aching with rage.
and so little of it meant for the cardinal! and so much of it meant for herself!
"i not know what i want, bridget. i not know who i am sorry. i sorry have to deal with — that. me."
aggrieved, tendrils of her reaching inexplicably to wind around the cardinal.
her coolwater eyes lifted finally, and a great sigh broke from her.
"should we ... start over? again?" eyes reaching for her lover now, wearing an expression not too far from desperate.